It is a complete travesty of human life to live in our erstwhile past. Our present and our future are usually drowned in our erstwhile fears, rivals, pains, and beliefs. Every day is a new day but alas we spend it in our bygone lives. What makes it worse is that we use our erstwhile past to drag our present existence as well as the future down rather than propel it forward by our selective interpretation of our quondam life. If only, every relationship of ours experiences a new dawn everyday which is unencumbered by yesterday. If only, we could celebrate the lives of our loved ones who live no more, rather than experience their painful death everyday. The very idea of our cultures is built on the erstwhile belief that it is somehow superior to other cultures which prevent us from imbibing the good of other cultures and unable to get rid of the obstinate bad of our own. Every flower that blooms holds the promise of a better future, ignoring the fate of all the erstwhile flowers as well as its own momentary future. Every human grave should hold only the joy of all the days lived rather than the weight of its erstwhile existence……